Chapter 73 A lie that could be dangerous
73\. A lie that could be dangerous
Aurora's POV
Shimmering rays of the bright sun highlighted my skin as I stood under the open sky. Soft breeze was tickling my skin and I was attempting to catch a dragonfly in front of a glistening pond dancing with natural glitters filled by the sun on the surface of water.
"Thank you so much for bringing me here, Rose." I chuckled seeing Rosario's twist zip together and his eyes narrow.
He doesn't like that name. He says it's girlish— thus not a good nickname for a hot Frenchman like him.
"You know you can't call me that, Aurora." He stood beside me as I resumed jumping in order to catch that little dragon with transparent wings.
Not a dozen or two, they were in hundreds. Thousands… maybe. With eyes colourful as a prism, glowed whenever a dragonfly stopped across my face as if to analyze me before it soared higher, out of my reach. Their thinner body seemed like a black needle attached to a dancing prism shaped as a circle whereas their transparent symmetrical wings looked like the outer surface of the glass of a transparent window during rain due to the intricate distribution of black thinnest veins. As if the water trailed a random path, finding their way to flow down.
I giggled as a joyful dragonfly chose to honor me with a visit and sat on the back of my hand, "Why not… Rose?"
"Because it doesn't sound good, Aurora." Rosario sent me an annoyed look.
My dragonfly flew away when he stepped closer. I hissed as his movement caused my new friend to run away. Then something I noticed in his eyes that triggered my emotions sitting tranquil and I turned around.
"Just imagine what would become of me if the name goes out in public. News channels would ruin me to shreds and… I don't want to imagine anything further." He said but I know it was to hide back the look I'd seen in his eyes.
'I love him… but I don't want to go to him.'
It's been three weeks since I decided to start my life at my free will without anyone's support. Yet there was Rosario who brung me to his mansion. It was not as vast as Damien's, I adjusted in it smoothly.
Its interior, the royal look and glossy painted walls were a nice view but it didn't feel home. It never did since I moved there.
Damien came to apologize many times. I don't even remember how many times. However, within the first week he's crossed the count of seventeen. Including his attempts to convince me with flowers and letters, he tried everything but it does not melt me. It can't. Perhaps… it can never.
I can't forget his words. That language… and those allegations he put on me.
His thoughts always drew me to the thoughts of my baby. Our baby. I caress my growing baby everytime anything reminds me of him.
Damien and I have come face to face many times during these weeks but he never touched my belly. He's always stared with a longing. With an emotion that said he wanted to but can't. Not that I would let him to. He may be the father but he kicked me out of his mansion without even considering where I would go, much less what I would do.
He opened the doors and showed me outside when I truly wanted the protection of his arms.
Now… how do I let go of what's transpired and go to him? Which woman will go to a lover who accuses her dignity on the basis of false edited evidence.
"Aurora,"
"Y-yeah," I almost jumped, tightening my hold around my belly.
"You're crying?" I didn't notice it unless it was mentioned.
Quickly I lifted both my hands and wiped my face off with the back of my thumbs. "N-no, wh-why would I?"
Rosario took me by the hand and helped me sit on a wooden bench that was located nearby. He kneeled across me as he clutched both my hands in his warm ones. Giving them a light peck, he flashed his pearls as if telling me everything would be alright.
I wanted to believe everything will be alright. But did I ever tell he's in Team Damien?
Although Rosario is my best friend, I know the reason why he brought me to his house. Damien is letting me stay with him for he's suddenly developed trust towards my French college friend. Or else he would have forcibly taken me back home, keeping apologies as the after task.
"You are and we both know why." He said. "You miss him, don't you?"
I looked away since I don't want to make it obvious.
Yes, I do miss him. So what? It doesn't change anything between us, does it?
"What's holding you from going back to him then?" Rosario said.
I took a deep breath and behaved like I wasn't listening. So he propelled me to look at him using his thumb and forefinger.
"I can't go. I don't want to." I whispered.
"It was a misunderstanding, Aurora. I never told you but I would have done the same if I was in his spot. Photographs show filthy reality, Aurora. I've seen those too and they looked as real as they could. Damien was fueled and… and frustrated." He shrugged his shoulders with a look I hated on his face. A look that seemed to point to my stubbornness.
"What you can do is give him a chance at explanation. Otherwise neither of us are going anywhere. The least you can do is call him in, sit, and talk. Don't just send him out like a mailman with rude remarks as you throw his flowers or letters in the trash in front of his eyes." His words stung me.
But that's not the complete truth. I mean, that's true that I throw his flowers and letters and chocolates he gets whenever he visits me. Later I pick them up and treasure them. I've never had someone get me such flowers or chocolates… So I pick them again and take them with me to my temporary room in Rosario's mansion.
I've read all of his letters. Every word he's written down coming straight from his heart. I've noticed every smiley he made with gel pain portraying the pain behind that curved grin on the page of the letter. I've kissed every sentence wherever he mentioned our baby. I read them all right from the start once before I call it a night.
"He's never had a joyful life, Aurora." my eyes were up, gawking at Rosario. "I've seen him when his parents separated, his mate passed away and life throwing shit at him. And trust me, you would blame yourself if anything happened to him during this time."
It was him doing all the talking but my throat that dried out.
"Don't prohibit this moment in his life. Let him see the baby grow up in your belly, be there when you push it out, hold it when it cries for the first time. Let him come back as you open the doors for him again." He asserted slowly, causing havoc in my system.
"I… I want to go back. Can you please take me home?" Rosario respected my wish and without any further stretching the conversation, he escorted me inside the car and took me back home.
I spent the whole day tossing in bed. Watching out of the window that provides a scenic view of the garden maintained with care. I tried to distract my mind by reading pregnancy journals but none could drift me off the topic of Damien.
Maybe my anguish was not intense enough that the Moon goddess decided to hit me with another shock in life.
For that evening Rosario barged into my room crazily. His eyes were wide, stretched and shoulders shuddering. I was observing his face when he came inside, tumbling at a point as he said, "I am sorry, Aurora, but what you must fear has happened. Damien's car met with a severe accident. Madam Martha just called and said that it might be his last chance at seeing you."
"What?" I got up.
"Yes, Aurora. He's rushed into the operation theatre." Rosario informed.
I felt my limbs falling apart. My eyes blurred with gushing brine while I struggled to stand still. This was not happening. Please, this could not happen.
My hand flew to my stomach and Damien's excitement toward babies played before my eyes like a reel.
He can't be taking his last breaths! He just couldn't… Never. I have a baby that deserves its father's love. Damien can't deprive my baby with the joy of having a family and… I can't go there.
To hell with my anger. In that moment I just wanted to be with Damien, to make sure he was fine.
"Please take me to him." I horrifyingly whispered, begging.
Rosario didn't waste a second and drove me to the hospital. I was trying to keep myself calm, not too hyped up. I was worried for the man I loved as well as my baby. Thankfully Rosario was there holding me by the shoulder as he guided me to the elevator and to the floor Damien was getting operated on.
"Here? He's here?" I asked, watching the board of 'OT' with a red glowing bulb above the doors.
Rosario confirmed with a nod of head. "Get in, go talk to him before it's too—"
"Nothing is happening to him. He will be fine. He's promised me once that he will be there with me until the end." I frantically shrieked while wiping my face.
The thought of him gone itself shakes my very core, let alone have someone talk about it.
"J-just wait here… N-no, go talk to the doctors, Rosario. Ask them how long it will take to operate him and shift him to a normal ward." I didn't know what I was saying.
I just couldn't dare to think of Damien in that condition. But I have to. So I prepared myself and walked within the operating room as I held my stomach, protecting that little invisible bump.
"W-what the?" However just as I got inside the theatre, I froze like a statue and my hands dropped to my side.
"I knew you would come, love." Because Damien was sitting gloriously on the bed in a three piece suit with a smirk that didn't sit well with my fears. He fooled me.
Tbc…